Shots

Yesterday I took the girls in for their yearly check-ups. I knew the shots were coming, if nothing else there would be flu shots, but I anticipated more. I was right.

After extensive checks on ears, eyes, bodies, and countless questions later, it's time. The nurse comes in with her handful of syringes. I am kind of shocked at the amount in her hands. I silently start to panic, imagining the mass hysteria that is sure follow. Nana goes first, needing only one in the arm. She flinches and it's done, whew. I sigh with relief. She was the one I was most worried about and she made it through with only a little OW. It's all gonna be okay now. Celena had been prepped all week and was pretty much at peace with the shots. I knew she would cry, it was inevitable.

On to the table Cel goes. No big deal, she is fine. She hugs her stuffed puppy tightly and the first of 5 goes into her leg. I watch her face change with each shot and by the end she is sobbing. The kind of crying where she is hiccuping in between and her nose is running uncontrollably. I am pretty near tears myself. It kills me to see my baby in pain. I hug her close and console as much as I can. After raiding the treasure box, the stickers and lollipops, we head out the door. I am relieved this is all over. We make our way to the promise land, where we walk out 3 scoops of ice cream richer.

And in all that, there was NO flu shot. There was a flumist, some nasal thing that spared my children an additional poke. Thank God for that.